• When the holidays come 'round, I feel strangely out of place,
    I don't have to go shopping or to join the frantic race,
    I have no need to decorate, not even dress the tree,
    No slaving over stoves all day, no cooking done by me.
    All that I have to do is be as good as I can be,
    So why is that just not enough? It's really simple, see,
    I want to shop until I drop, buy presents for my friends,
    Put wreaths and holly through the house, with angels to no end.
    I want to cook a royal feast, for family in the den,
    I want to give all that I've got, not stay on the receiving end.
    It's what I want for Christmas, to give gifts from me to you,
    But I'm a child, so 'til I'm old, this poem will have to do.